Life is hard. Here is someone.

So that was funny, kind of.

Remind me to tell you about the time (this morning) when my sweet boyfriend decided to walk me to work at the last minute, without saying anything, and I just got off the L train and started walking down to Avenue A without looking back, except I could feel someone walking way too close to me, and caught him in the corner of my eye, in the reflections of car windows, and I sped up and panicked and wondered what this person was doing at 10 o’clock in the morning, all sidling up way too close on a big, open sidewalk. I wondered if it was just a coincidence or if someone was really being a creep, and then I decided to stop on the corner and let him pass except then he took the opportunity to slow down, too, and then grab my arm, which is when I REALLY freaked, until I actually looked at him and realized it was my sweet boyfriend just trying to walk me to work, which is when I had to stop and catch my breath and also cry, out of both relief and the realization that this is how things are: that before I had cried he’d thought it was kind of funny, walking behind me without saying anything, being a weirdo, not realizing that we live with — we being women, I guess — the anxiety that someone could be coming up behind us, waiting to grab our hand. And not in some prince charming fantasy way, even though that’s what this was!

So I’m moving to Antarctica, is what I’m saying.

things i learned on the bus today

i was riding the b62 on my way to work and there was a bus-driver-in-training and he was shooting the shit with the real bus driver and I got to hear it all, and it felt like very privileged information.

1. the B24 is the absolute best route, but “you will never touch it.” Only the guys who have been driving for “fifteen, twenty years” get that one, and they never change, except in 2008 when the buses switched to 24 hours (is this true?) and all these old guys that had been driving that route all those years straight up retired because they couldn’t handle the “24/360” lifestyle (I guess maybe 5 days are accounted for snow days, parade routes, etc). 
2. Everyone hates the b60 because of all the wheelchairs (never considered how much bus drivers must resent wheelchairs, which is sad but real) but this new guy said he’d rather take the b60 over the b47 any day, as the b47 is full of people shopping on fulton st all excited to “tell you how to do your job.” Oof!
3. the b48 and the b62 are “sweet rides.”